Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 89: Afraid of Misdiagnosing Someone to Death

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Afraid of Misdiagnosing Someone to Death

The approaching figure was bundled up like a bear, with a bulging shoulder bag, leaving one to wonder what was inside.

They were making their way over step by step.

"Uncle Yaozi!"

Yi Chichi shouted, raising her hand to wave as she saw him look her way.

"Is that Uncle Yaozi?"

Bai Chen and the others stared, but after a while, they found that the person was wrapped so tightly that apart from a pair of eyes, nothing else was visible, making it impossible to identify.

"Yes."

Yi Chichi was skilled at observing details and could recognize people by their body shape and walking style.

She didn’t even need to see their face; she could identify them just by their back.

Moreover, she often interacted with Uncle Yaozi, so of course, she couldn’t mistake him.

"Wow! What are you all doing at the commune?"

Uncle Yaozi strode over and, seeing each of them with a basket, chuckled, "Come to get New Year’s supplies?"

"Yes, Uncle, are you getting New Year’s supplies too?"

"I’ve already got mine."

He patted the heavy bag on his shoulder, "Do you still have things to do?"

"All done."

"Then let’s head back together."

"Okay."

Everyone knew Uncle Yaozi had gone to the county for training, so on the way back, Yi Chichi and the others seized the opportunity to ask him about the training content.

Uncle Yaozi was happy to share and recounted the amusing stories that happened during training.

Along with some bizarre incidents.

After finishing his tales, he asked Yi Chichi, "Were there any patients after I left?"

"There were."

Quite a few.

"But most of the issues weren’t serious. Aunt Wen went to the hospital for surgery."

Uncle Yaozi was taken aback, "Ms. Wen had more health issues?"

This topic...

"Her health has never been good."

It was constant, frequent infections.

Plus, she had a hard life when she was young. She didn’t receive proper care during childbirth and had to work in the fields as if she were a man.

Her whole body had ailments.

It wasn’t life-threatening, but it was wearing her down.

It also took a toll on her mental state and attitude.

Uncle Yaozi was silent for a moment before he said gravely, "Indeed, it was never good, but the severity varies."

"That time it was quite serious; she couldn’t get up off the bed. I examined her, gave her an acupuncture and a bowl of medicine, and had Wen Shi take her to the hospital for surgery."

Yaozi still couldn’t understand what circumstances required surgery.

He didn’t plan to ask, only concerned about one thing.

"Did it cure her?"

"The biggest issue was resolved, the rest are minor ailments, just need to pay attention daily."

At this point, Yi Chichi asked him, "Uncle, what did you learn from the training?"

"Injecting, diagnosing and so on."

Standing up straight, he spoke with admiration, "You can’t deny, the specialist doctors from the city are really different; their expertise is truly impressive, and I learned a lot following them."

Of course, he also shared a few traditional remedies.

Feeling his pocket, he fished out a barefoot doctor’s handbook and handed it to Yi Chichi, "This is for you, study it well when you get back."

This book was like a sacred text; Yi Chichi had seen continually improved and reprinted versions in her original world, though the current Barefoot Doctor’s Handbook was not yet fully developed.

After flipping to the publication date, she saw it was published this June, a genuine first edition of the Barefoot Doctor’s Handbook.

Illustrated and easy to understand.

"Okay, I’ll definitely study it well when I return."

Uncle Yaozi’s return completely eased the burden on Yi Chichi’s mind.

From now on, if there were any minor ailments, she wouldn’t need to handle them; they’d let Uncle Yaozi take over.

The medical profession isn’t something just anyone can do; curing is expected, but if one can’t cure, it’s a disaster.

The pressure is immense.

Yi Chichi would rather make medicine and handle medicinal herbs than diagnose patients.

With her half-baked skills, it’s better not to harm others or herself.

She was self-aware.

So, the first thing she did after returning to the Youth Corps Courtyard and placing her things down was to take out the key and promptly return the medical kit, silver needles, and other items to Uncle Yaozi.

Her eager demeanor amused Yaozi.

"Do you dislike seeing patients so much?"

Yi Chichi sighed, looked around to make sure no one was there, then softly said, "Uncle, to be honest, I’m afraid of death, afraid of killing someone in diagnosis."

But there was no choice but to tough it out.

"My limit is to neither cure nor worsen the condition."

She gave a look as if to say, you understand.

Yaozi felt the same way; this mindset was similar to his in the past.

"That book, study it well; the content is very practical."

That was the truth.

The Barefoot Doctor was hailed as the "Panacea of General Medical Knowledge", translated into over fifty languages and distributed worldwide.

This demonstrated the prowess of the Barefoot Doctor’s Handbook.

"I will study it well."

She nodded, solemnly making a promise, then added, "The accounts book is in the drawer of the team doctor’s office; Uncle, check it yourself. My task is complete."

With her responsibilities handed over and items returned, Yi Chichi felt relieved, like a lightened load, and even the air seemed fresher.

The smile on her face was as radiant as the sun.

"Thank you for your hard work during this time."

Yaozi felt his pockets, pulled out two White Rabbit candies, and handed them to her, "Here, take these as your early New Year treats."

"Thank you, Uncle!"

The candy from an elder was something Yi Chichi didn’t intend to refuse. She reached out and took it, thanking him politely.

"I’m heading back, you’d better get inside quickly, it’s cold outside."

Yaozi waved to her before turning to leave.

Yi Chichi didn’t rush back inside; instead, she stood there, watching him leave until he disappeared from sight, then went inside to organize her belongings.

When she was almost done sorting her things, there was a knock on the door.

Followed by Wang Nan’s voice.

"Chichi, open the door!"

"Coming!"

Yi Chichi hid the unused money and tickets in the bedspring hole, then filled the hole with a brick before opening the door for Wang Nan.

"What’s up?"

"Returning your money."

Wang Nan didn’t waste words, taking out three yuan from his pocket, "Here’s some of it back, the rest I’ll continue to owe and pay back when I have more."

"Alright."

Returning debts was only natural, and Yi Chichi had no reason to refuse.

However, before reaching for the money, she asked, "How’s your sister doing?"

"I don’t know."

Talking about this topic brought a worried look to Wang Nan’s face, "The last communication was when we sent money and tickets, and there’s been no letter from home."

"Maybe the letter is on its way."

Yi Chichi could only comfort him this way. Wang Nan replied with an "uh-huh," chatted briefly with her, and then excused himself.

The day before, they talked about Wang Nan’s sister, and the next day, the mailman delivered letters.

Everyone received one except Yi Chichi.

Watching others either reading their letters with tears in their eyes or cursing, she felt awkward but tried not to show it, feigning disappointment and saying, "I’ll go for a walk."

"Go ahead, we’ll take care of the cleaning later."

Bai Chen and the others assumed she was missing her parents and, imagining who knows what, looked at her with understanding and sympathy.

Yi Chichi felt her brow twitch, "I’ll put on a coat."

Without waiting for them to reply, she turned back into her room and closed the door.

"She must be hiding to cry."

Zhou Qiuyu concluded in a hushed voice.

Bai Chen sighed, "She’s in a different situation from us."